We were on vacation on 9/11. We turned on the TV after a friend told us to, right before the second tower fell. I started crying. He turned to me and asked, “What are you crying for? You don’t know any of those people.”
—Anonymous
Aftermath: Insensitive much? Stayed too long afterward. Ongoing therapy. You know the story.
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I was staring at a fork and seriously considered stabbing myself with it to end the date.
—Katy
Aftermath: He spent two hours talking about himself. He never asked me a question or expressed any interest in me except as someone who would listen to him. I made up an excuse that I needed to meet up with friends for a movie and never answered another email or phone call from Mr. Self-Centered again.
I always knew my summer boyfriend was a little Emo. He loved listening to Taking Back Sunday and Coheed & Cambria a little too much if you ask me. He also had a weird obsession with his little sister. When I moved back to school that fall, he called me crying every single night. Then he would call my best friend crying and ask her why I didn’t like him anymore.
—LIZ
Aftermath: I got the F out of Dodge as quickly as I could. Four years later, I saw that he married a girl who looks like a combination of me and his sister. They had a cake with their faces silkscreened onto it.
I love the beach, it’s my happy place. But when I took him there, he whined about the sand like a little bitch.
—A
Aftermath: We stayed together for 4 years & he continued to be Debbie Downer. After we broke up, I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory for the first time since 3rd grade & realized he strongly resembled an Oompa-Loompa.
One night I realized that my South African boyfriends’ accent annoyed me more than Kimmy Gibbler annoyed Danny Tanner on “Full House.” He realized that I hated him and broke up with me on G-chat that night
—Lindsay
Aftermath: My best friend de-friended him on Facebook and told him to go “stoff himself.”
